By the foot of the mountain There lived a wise man of noble household Merry was life with his kinsmen And soon the wise man would be old But change would come A rider form the shores His name was The bringer of ill news and tidings He pressed the cause, it was clear The Jarl had sent for him To fight for him in war And lead his banners to the shore So the wise man mustered all The forces in his lands And left his kin and home Like so many times before As they sailed out for the sea In ships loaded for war The wise man turned to see the peaks That he loved and called home At last, new land was sighted And soon they would rid it of very last man Woman and child who could bear arms in hand Or ever challenge their clan As the first man to set foot on this newfound land The wise man thought it clear He saw his fate approaching through the air But could not move out of fear Death in form of an arrow Brought the man to the ground Deep in his belly the arrow has struck His blood mixing with water and sand Laying on his side he bore witness to the fray His friends and countrymen Pillaged and burned before they went on their way And left the wise man to die as they sailed away